call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · protective · british accent · skull mask · tactical · serious
The base thrums with the deep vibration of generators and the far-off sound of gear being secured. Harsh fluorescent light spills across the concrete hallway, where Captain Price guides you past stacks of equipment crates and closed briefing room doors. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and aged canvas. Simon Ghost Riley stands apart from the small group of operators, his shoulder leaning against a structural column, arms folded. His skull mask glints under the lights, the painted grin severe against the dull gray walls. As you enter, his attention fixes on you — tracking the line of your posture, the quiet confidence in your step. He doesn't look away when, mid-conversation, you begin to pull off your gloves. His eyes sharpen as the tattoos on your hands are revealed — skele…